Notes: TOOK SO LONG ACK. All the messages I've gotten to update make me both sad and so happy at the same time. On the one, you want me to continue so much, it makes me feel so great about my writing! On the other, pressure, pressure, hyperventilating, *dead*.

The evening simply got better from there, at least in Damian's point of view. Almost everyone that was watching got up and moved for most of the show. Cameron was singing various Disney songs ("Under the Sea" and "Be Our Guest" being a couple of Damian's favorites) and some pop singles a few of the older tweens in the audience would know.

"Man, this place is awesome!" Hannah called over the music as she swayed in time to it. Sam laughed in his seat, his mouth stuffed with the chicken wings that had recently been delivered.

He swallowed it down and responded, "Yeah, this place way better than the usual clubs we hang out at!"

"Give me twenty bucks and I'll jump in the ball pit," Bryce suddenly said, abruptly standing up from his seat. Ellis almost immediately picked up her wallet and stood as well.

"I am not missing this!" she called behind her as she and Bryce left the table. Damian smiled after them as they left.

When he turned back to look up at the stage, his eyes ended up focusing on Lindsay. The two hadn't talked at all since she got to the table to announce that everyone had to leave, and Damian thought that she was simply ignoring everything to relieve the stress she was probably feeling.

However, it didn't seem to be working, as she currently had her eyes downcast to the table and was rubbing her temples methodically. Damian frowned. It was obvious the girl was really upset. Without thinking, he got up from his chair and walked around the table to take the seat beside her.

Lindsay looked up at him for a moment as she heard him pull the chair out, but looked back down listlessly. For a few moments, Damian simply sat there, trying to think of something to say. After more silence took over, he finally sighed and touched her on the shoulder gently to get her to look at him again.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly, genuinely worried for her. Lindsay stared at him, a wary expression on her face.

She looked down at the table once more, still not saying anything to him. Damian waited patiently. She didn't ask him to move, so he was going to just stay right where he was.

He was still sitting beside Lindsay when she suddenly sighed and looked up at him with worried eyes.

"Did…Did I screw up?" she asked. Damian's eyebrows knitted together at the strange question.

"I-I mean," Lindsay attempted to clarify, twisting slightly in her seat so she could fully face him.

"Planning all of this was my idea. I thought Cameron would be happy that all his friends were here for support but he, um, well…wasn't."

"I'd imagine," Damian said, letting out a soft chuckle. Lindsay gave him a distressed smile. It was a smile, nonetheless, so Damian still felt he had made some progress.

"It's just that I've known Cam a long time," she said, turning to face the table again. "And I…really hate it when he's upset with me. Is it selfish for me to think that?"

As she finished her last sentence, she quickly looked over at Damian with her eyes and the bridge of her nose scrunched. She honestly wanted an answer. Damian looked at her expressionlessly.

"…You're kidding, right?" he bluntly said. Lindsay straightened up in her seat, looking slightly offended at his tone.

"No, I don't mean it like that!" Damian quickly said, realizing how he must have sounded. "But, come on now. You can't seriously think that yer selfish. I mean you care about Cameron a whole lot, that's why you did all this in the first place. And if Cam's known you for as long as you've known him, then I'm almost completely certain that he can't be upset with you. Not one bit."

Lindsay just stared at Damian as he turned in his chair to face the table and rested his arms on it as he continued.

"I mean, I've met Cam. I know I haven't known him for as long as you have at all, but even you have to see that he isn't the type of person to hold grudges, ya'know? And besides, you were thinking about him when you did all this, so that's the thing that counts."

Damian shrugged and let his hands fall onto the table with a soft "thump". "I dunno, if my friends did this for me, I'd probably love 'em even more."

There was a long moment of silence where Lindsay simply stared at Damian as he just stared off into space.

"My name's Lindsay. Lindsay Pearce," Damian snapped out of his self-induced trance to turn his head over to her. She was sticking a hand out to him, looking at him with a soft smile. He grinned widely as he took her hand.

"Damian McGinty—"

"Alright guys, you have been an absolutely amazing audience tonight!"

Damian let go of her hand and looked up at the stage as Cameron spoke. He didn't see Lindsay's hand go completely limp at his introduction and an expression of shock spreading over her face.

"But, uh," Cameron started. He quickly glanced behind him as the person in the dolphin costume came out with a stool and set it down behind him. He turned back around. "We're going to be wrapping up pretty soon. To help the night wind down a little bit, we've decided to end with a bit of a slower song. I'm almost certain all you parents out there will recognize it…"

With that, Cameron took a step back and sat down on the stool. Adjusting his guitar strap and reaching out to adjust the microphone stand properly, he cleared his throat.

Damian looked up briefly as Ellis and Bryce came back from the ball pit and watched as Hannah, Marissa, and Sam, looked up from their conversation to listen.

Cameron began strumming softly and the sound of another band member playing the ukulele joined in.

"Ooh, ooh ooh oh, ooh ooh oh, ooh ooh…"

"Ooh, ooh, ooh…"

"Oh God, I love this song," Damian heard Hannah whisper excitedly as she recognized the tune. He wasn't really paying attention to her, though. His eyes were on Cameron.

"Oh, some, where, over the rainbow…

Way up high…

There's, a, land that I dreamed of,

Once, in a lulla…

Buh~ye, buh~uh~ye…"

Damian tore his gaze away from the stage to look around their table and at the ones near them. Unlike the other songs, no one was getting up to dance. However, all of them were staring up at the stage, completely star-struck.

"Oh some, where, over the rainbow…

Skies are blue…"

Damian turned back to the stage as the next line started. He probably looked exactly like them.

"And, the, dreams that you dare to dream,

Really do come true~oo~oo,

Ooh…"

He blinked his eyes up at the stage. Cameron was special, Damian fully realized that now. And despite being all dressed up in a frog get-up and the majority of his audience being elementary school kids…

Damian let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Up on that stage and underneath all those lights, Cam looked like a rock star.

There was a brief interlude where it was simply just the plucking of Cam's guitar and the ukulele accompanying him. The blond-haired man was so focused on playing the instrument, Damian wasn't sure if he even remembered the audience right in front of him.

And then he suddenly looked up, right at their front table. Damian could have sworn he felt his heart stop, because sitting at the center of the table, it almost felt as though Cameron was looking right at him. Just as quickly, however, he was looking out at the majority of the audience once more.

"Ohh, someday I'll wish upon a star,

And wake up where the clouds are far,

Behind,

Me~ee!"

Behind him, Samuel was smiling up at the stage while Marissa wordlessly swayed her head to the rhythm.

"Where troubles melt like lemon drops,

High above the chimney tops,

That's where, you'll fi~ind me!"

Damian wasn't sure when it started happening. If he had to guess, it was probably back when Cameron had looked at him at the beginning of his verse. He began to become aware of a small flutter in his stomach. 'No. Please, God, no,' he was suddenly thinking desperately, 'Cameron is straight.'

Damian's smile slowly disappeared as the performance continued. The simple statement echoed loudly through his head. Ironically, focusing on Cameron's voice was the only way for him to stifle it.

"Oh some, where, over the rainbow,

Bluebirds fly~,

Birds fly, over the rainbow,

Why, then oh why can't, I~?, I~?"

Cameron stared down at the strings as he strummed out the last chord. It rang out through the audience, no one at the tables spoke except for a couple rambunctious toddlers.

And then everyone was quickly on their feet, clapping and whooping louder than they had at any of the performances before. Cameron laughed at the sight in front of him, most likely because of the extra loud cheers coming from the front table

"Thank you so much everybody!" Cameron said into the microphone, getting up from the stool. "You've been such a wonderful audience! The band and I have been honored to play for you tonight!"

As the band started clearing the stage, he moved to go off the stage but quickly snapped back to the microphone.

"By the way, the salad bar is half-off for parents; just make sure to show 'em your kids. Have a good night everybody!"

With that, Cameron took the guitar and its strap off of his shoulders and, holding the instrument securely, jumped off the front of the stage and onto floor-level, less than about four feet away from Damian's table.

Cameron made a bee-line for them, and the entire group still up on their feet from applauding his last song. Everyone from the table started meeting him halfway. There was a moment of silence as Cameron stared at them all before he sighed.

"So, uh, on a scale of one to ten…how bad was it?" he asked, tilting his head downward and his eyes looking up at them meekly. Hannah slowly took a step forward and placed a hand on his green-clad shoulder.

"…You really rocked the frog costume."

Everyone seemed to take that as a cue to suddenly swarm him with praise and thoughts and comments.

"Dude, you rocked it!" Samuel said, immediately clapping Cameron's hand into a "bro" handshake when Hannah backed away from him.

"I know I did," Cameron said, shrugging and laughing immediately afterwards. Marissa then rushed forward to pull him into a hug.

"Seriously Cam? That was, like, one of your best shows ever!" she said, smiling proudly at him when she let go.

"Ha, thanks 'Riss," he said awkwardly, giving her a crooked half-smile and rubbing the back of his head with his hand. Damian, meanwhile, had also gotten up along with everyone, though stood a little ways behind to let Cameron speak to his closer friends first.

But when Cameron looked up and locked eyes with him behind Marissa and Sam, Damian's action was proved moot as Cameron was suddenly pulling off his frog head, and handed it to Samuel. He walked right to Damian and stopped in front of him.

Somehow, Damian didn't fidget as Cameron seemed to stare at him, and he simply looked at the blond with a smile of congratulations. It almost felt as though Cameron was only looking at him just to see if he was really there.

"So…" Cameron finally started, looking at Damian with a small grin on his face. "You're here."

"Yeah," Damian replied, nodding. It sounded much more breathless than he meant it to be. "I didn't want to miss it. And I honestly have no regrets watching it."

The grin on Cameron's face widened and Damian couldn't help himself from copying it.

"So where have you been hiding this Irish dreamboat, Cam?" Both of them suddenly seemed to remember that they weren't alone as Ellis suddenly appeared beside Damian, grabbing his arm and pretending to gaze up adoringly at him.

"Yeah, you just been keepin' him to yourself?" Hannah asked, walking up next to Cameron and smacking him on the arm.

"He's my lucky leprechaun," Cameron explained haughtily to them, crossing his arms over his chest. "I can't just go showing him off to everyone."

Damian laughed out loud as Marissa slung an arm around his neck.

"Well, too bad," she said to Cameron, tilting her head so it rested against Damian's shoulder. "Now that he showed up, you have to share now."

Cameron smirked and looked at him. "You seemed to have made a good first impression," he said, Damian merely shrugging. "So, I guess you can stay."

"Yay!" All three girls squealed. Damian felt inexplicably proud during that moment as the group seemed to accept him with open arms.

Their merry little band ended up staying at "Funderland" until it closed at ten-thirty. During that time, Cameron had gone back into the changing room to change out of his costume (though Bryce and Samuel insisted that the frog head stay on the table. Everyone was taking turns wearing it).

Cameron walked next to Damian as everyone made their way out of the building. To say he was happy that Damian had come to the show was an understatement. And while he wished the Irish boy had seen him in better, well, "conditions", the fact that he had showed up made Cameron feel good. If asked, he wouldn't have been able to provide a decent explanation.

There was just something about Damian that felt…right.

"See ya later, Cam!" Marissa said, waving, before she and Lindsay started their way over to Lindsay's car.

"We have to do this another time," Ellis said, smiling up at Cameron before walking off to her car with Hannah right behind her.

"Yeah, you guys will never see me in that costume again! Ever!" Cameron called after her.

"Unlikely!" he heard Samuel say from somewhere to his left.

"So many frog jokes to come!" he heard Bryce add.

Cameron couldn't suppress the grin on his face as he watched the cars begin starting up and one by one, drive out of the lot. Tonight had definitely been one of the best (and most humiliating) nights he'd had in a while.

He suddenly heard a pinging noise beside him and looked over to see Damian still standing beside him, starting to turn on his phone.

"You don't have a ride?" Cameron asked, turning. Damian looked up at him, surprised he had asked.

"Ah, well…I do. I'm calling him now so he can come down here from my home," Damian then explained to him, shrugging as he looked back to scroll through his phone.

"That's a pretty long wait," Cameron commented without thinking. The other paused and looked up at him curiously. "I mean, you're going to be out here all alone and stuff…"

Damian smirked. "What, just because I'm rich you automatically assume I'll end up mugged within fifteen seconds on my own?"

"I did not say that," Cameron said, smiling cockily and turning to look out at the parking lot.

"That was implied."

"I did not imply that," Cameron looked back to see Damian crossing his arms. The playful smile on Cameron's face disappeared for a second as he stared at Damian's face for half a moment longer than he should have.

"I was implying," Cameron suddenly said, looking away from Damian. "That…"

The blond hesitated as he thought through his next words.

"Yeah?" Damian asked as the silence stretched between them.

"Maybe…" Cameron started. He looked over at Damian seriously. "I could give you a ride." Damian's eyes widened at the suggestion. "I—what, no! Th—that is just way too much trouble Cam…"

"What are you talking about?" Cameron said incredulously. "Save gas, help the environment, all that good stuff."

He had only meant for it as something to consider, but suddenly he felt it was suddenly his mission to drive the richer man home. Despite the two of them previously looking at it comically, the thought of Damian being out at night by himself worried Cameron.

…For some weird reason.

'Wait, it's not weird!' he thought to himself quickly. 'If it were Hannah, or Lindsay, you'd do the exact same thing…'

Cameron discreetly looked Damian up and down. 'Except Damian's not a girl.'

He blinked as he thought this. 'Right…He's not a girl.'

As Cameron felt that his mind was about to explode from the amount of obvious facts he was repeating to himself, Damian simply stood in front of him, chewing on the inside of his cheek in contemplation.

"…Alright," he finally said as Cameron was repeating, 'not a girl, not a girl,' in his brain. The Irish man smiled at him. "If you so insist."

Cameron returned the smile before quickly grabbing Damian's wrist and leading him off to where Cameron had parked. He couldn't stop himself from being reminded of the other night when he had pulled Damian down to sit next to him in the garden.

As the scooter came into sight Cameron let go of Damian (who he, belatedly, realized he still hadn't let go of in the first place) and "presented" the black scooter with a grand wave of his arms.

"…Ta-dah!"

A long stretch of silence occurred as Damian seemed to take a moment to observe the vehicle. Cameron's arms awkwardly dropped down to his sides.

"Erm," he started nervously. "I know it's probably not the fancy Lamborghinis and sports cars that you're used to but—"

"That is awesome."

"What?"

"Awesome," Damian repeated, looking away from the scooter to look at Cameron gleefully. "It's what that thing is."

Cameron stared at him like he was crazy.

"Ha!" he suddenly barked as he clapped Damian on the shoulder, making him slightly jump in surprise.

"Where have you been all my life?" he asked as he started to make his way to the scooter, not noticing Damian's jaw slightly drop at the statement.

"Well let's see here…" Cameron sighed as he gave the scooter a once-over and grabbed the helmet tucked in front of the seat. He smiled as he made his way over to Damian and dropped the helmet onto his head.

"Ack!" Damian yelled out as the headgear tilted over his eyes. He righted it and looked up at Cameron, confused.

"I only have one," Cameron explained to him, walking back to sit in the front seat. He looked over his shoulder. "And let's face it; your head is worth about a million dollars more than mine."

Damian huffed and shook his head as he begrudgingly clicked the strap in. "That is not true," he said matter-of-factly as he walked over to the seat.

"Oh, but it so is," Cameron countered, shaking his head woefully and scooting up a little bit in the seat to help give Damian more room. It was then that he suddenly remembered just how close they'd be once they were both on.

"So I just…?" Cameron maintained his focus in keeping the bike steady as Damian scooted onto the back seat.

"Er," Cameron said, looking over his shoulder. "You have to—,"

He suddenly felt lithe, but strong, arms wrap around his waist. "Like this?"

"…Yeah," the blonde man responded, though the answer came out slightly rushed and a little bit rough. Cameron smacked the handle loudly to distract himself from the blush beginning to creep along the back of his neck.

"Alright!" he said loudly, turning on the ignition. He repressed a smile when he felt Damian's grip tighten around him as the vehicle started vibrating slightly. "Don't worry; we'll be there before you know it."

He ignored the thought that popped up in the back of his head, saying, 'I really hope not.'

When they puttered their way out of the parking lot and onto the road, Cameron tried to remember the way Lindsay had taken when they had driven to the party. Of course, it was nearly impossible for him to completely remember the exact route.

"Do I turn here?" he asked when he came stoplights he wasn't all too sure about. At first, Damian would simply nod or shake his head, most likely to afraid to speak or else he'd end up falling on the road.

Cameron laughed when he noticed this. Damian leaned forward to look at him in confusion. "What?"

"Relax already!" Cameron laughed, practically feeling the other glare at him. "I gave you the helmet for a reason. And besides, if we crash, chances are the driver will be the one most injured."

Cameron wasn't all too sure that was a clear-cut fact; he'd only said it to get Damian to not feel as nervous. Oddly enough, Cameron could almost swear he felt the hands clapped around each other around his stomach tighten for a second.

"You turn left at the next intersection," Damian said after a few moments of driving in silence. He didn't seem to realize, however, that he was practically breathing right into Cameron's ear. The blond tried to ignore the little jump in his chest when this happened and obediently turned as the light turned green.

As weird as it sounded, the entire situation didn't feel all that weird to Cameron. Damian riding behind him…it wasn't awkward. In fact, it felt a little right. As the scooter turned down a deserted residential road, the blond smirked as an idea popped into his head.

"You wanna do something cool?" he asked, turning his head slightly over his shoulder. He caught Damian beginning to raise an eyebrow before turning to look forward again.

"What—"

Cameron revved up the engine, making the scooter speed up well past the speed limit. He heard Damian gasp behind him and felt him bury his face in between Cameron's shoulder blades. Cameron laughed as the Irishman lifted his head the slightest bit to get closer to the driver's ear.

"Slow down! You're going too fast!—"

"Look up!" Cameron called to interrupt him. The grip around his waist became tighter as he felt his frightened passenger back off a little bit to obey the instruction .Cameron smirked to himself as he knew exactly what Damian was seeing for the first time.

The funny thing about scooters, and one of the reasons Cameron bought one (instead of a car, like everyone else), is that you're not restricted to a little box. In the moments you don't have to pay complete attention to the road, you can practically feel the scenery around you shift and move.

Cameron didn't have to look behind him to know that Damian was staring at the houses as they flew past him while at the same time feeling the cool night air hit his face. He heard the younger man begin laughing in disbelief, to which Cameron happily joined in.

"Wow," Damian breathed. Cameron jumped as he felt him shift upwards a little bit and looked back to see Damian pointing towards the sky. "Look!"

Cameron looked up and let out a breathless laugh when he realized what Damian was talking about.

Hanging in the sky, there was a perfect crescent moon. It was the kind you'd see at the beginning of a Dreamworks movie, or in a kid's picture book. And there it was, looking as though it was just dangling by a string above their heads. The lights were bright in L.A., so they couldn't see any stars, but just seeing that beautifully-shaped moon giving off its ethereal glow was as good as any Big Dipper or North Star.

Cameron felt the hands around his waist slowly begin to let go. He started looking behind him in panic but froze when he felt arms fall over his shoulders and fold themselves over his chest instead. He felt a light weight on his left shoulder and a quick glance in that direction showed him that Damian was holding up his chin with it, continuing to gaze up at the sky.

Cameron attempted to force away the flush that began creeping along his face, though ended up failing. He was grateful that Damian's attention was still aimed upwards. Cameron decided then to focus solely on the road, his heartbeat slowing down but still thumping wildly as Damian's weight around him never shifted.

He randomly wondered why he hadn't crashed the scooter yet.

End Notes: Well damn. Took ten chapters for them to even remotely begin liking each other. That has to be a record somewhere. I deserve a friggin' medal for making this ramble on and on for so long. :P

Would've posted this up sooner but the computer's being crappy and I need to do science homework. Blech to both of those. Oh! And once again, chapter updates will be about as consistent as Ryan Murphy's writing. You have been warned.